Is there no justice in the world?!

Doesn't anyone speak reason anymore?!

Someone, quickly get rid of this troublemaker!

Old man Zhao could feel his temple throbbing, as if he might explode in anger on the spot.

This kid is really damn frustrating!

"I know there are many shortcomings in my barbecue, so please, Uncle Zhao, give me some advice."

Wang Fan sincerely and humbly asked for guidance.

Advice, my ass! I don't have the skills to advise you!

Now, immediately, get out of my sight! I don't want to see you again!

Hmm? This seems to be someone else's territory?

Then I'll leave!

Uncle Zhao didn't waste any breath and turned to walk toward the cable car, too lazy to exchange another word with this annoying kid.

But Wang Fan wouldn't have it, interrupting someone halfway is like... well, I'm already here, you can't just brush me off, right?

"Uncle Zhao, don't go, didn't you just say there was a problem? You should advise me on how to improve!"

Wang Fan shouted as he chased after him and grabbed Uncle Zhao by the hand.

Uncle Zhao, being dragged along, pushed forward while grunting, "Let go, let go, I can't even match your level, what advice could I give?!"

"But you just said I had a problem, how can you change your mind just like that?"

"Let go of me! If you don't let go, I'm going to yell!"

"I won't let go. Don't even think about leaving without finishing what you started!"

Uncle Zhao grunted in frustration, "I was just talking nonsense to save face, your skewers are already perfect, there's nothing to say."

Wang Fan didn't believe him: "Come on, you definitely meant something with your words earlier. It's not just about saving face; I could tell."

While the pair kept bickering, Zhuo Qianqian, Li Wei, Feng Haoyu, and Zhao Bufan played the role of bystanders.

Zhao Bufan was munching on the skewers his dad didn't finish, juices dripping from his mouth.

Zhuo Qianqian curiously asked, "The boss hasn't been studying barbecue for long?"

Li Wei and Feng Haoyu exchanged uncertain glances and said, "Perhaps? At the end of the year, he was still selling steamed buns in Beijing, then he went to Harbin to sell braised meat, and then he came to Mount Tai. Maybe it really was just these past few days."

Hiss...

Upon saying this, even he couldn't help but suck in a cold breath, thinking the boss was a bit of a monster.

No, he's incredibly monstrous! Can't you see how he even frustrated Uncle Zhao to the point of leaving?

But thinking about the boss barbecuing in his sleep at midnight, it doesn't seem so hard to understand?

Zhuo Qianqian curiously asked again, "So do you guys find any issues with the boss's barbecue?"

Li Wei and Feng Haoyu shook their heads like rattles: "Invincible, absolutely an unbeatable legend, impossible to be surpassed."

As they spoke, they sang a line from a song.

Zhuo Qianqian then turned to Zhao Bufan, who was happily chomping on a skewer, and asked, "Uncle, do you find any issues with the barbecue's taste?"

Zhao Bufan shook his head hard: "You'd have to be shameless to say there's something wrong with the taste of this barbecue!"

Uh...

Zhuo Qianqian, Li Wei, and Feng Haoyu looked at Zhao Bufan with shocked expressions.

Uncle, if we remember correctly, it was your dad who said there was a problem earlier.

Uh...

Zhao Bufan also realized and awkwardly smiled: "Uh, I'll go check on the two of them. You all keep busy, go on..."

At this time, Wang Fan was still clinging to Uncle Zhao, who said grumpily, "I tell you, if you don't let go, I might just plop on the ground. I'll make you sell everything you own to pay me!"

Wang Fan still wouldn't let go: "Please, just tell me the issue. Once you do, I'll let go."

Uncle Zhao didn't know what to do with Wang Fan, and grunted, "Let go, let go, I'll tell you!"

"Really?"

Seeing Wang Fan's skeptical look, Uncle Zhao said angrily, "Let go, let go, I'm really scared of you. Who could have taught you to be such a monstrous student?"

Wang Fan thought for a moment: "I guess I'm self-taught? No one taught me."

Damn!

If you don't believe me, I'll jump off from here right now!

Damn it, who said you'll always be your own master? With a brat like you, all my years have been wasted!

Uncle Zhao was even angrier, turning to leave once again.

"Hey, hey, hey, how can you go back on your word? Just tell me already!"

Wang Fan genuinely wasn't trying to be pretentious, he was sincerely seeking advice.

Although he sometimes thought of himself as having the Innate Chef Saint Body, the world doesn't have just one type of saint, and he never dared to assume he was the best.

"Actually, your problem might not really be a problem. The issue is — salt!"

Forced by persistence, Uncle Zhao huffed and shared the issue he perceived.

Upon hearing it was about salt, Wang Fan felt confused. He thought his salt usage was fine; he hadn't heard any customers complain about it being too salty?

"Are you puzzled? Do you think you've nailed the salt level perfectly for your barbecue?"

Wang Fan nodded, "I think the salt level is just right. Too little and it would be bland, too much and it would be salty."

"You're pretty confident, kid."

Mumbling to himself, Uncle Zhao continued, "Do you know where you are right now?"

"In Lu Dong Tai Mountain."

"Exactly. You know you're in Lu Dong, but you don't know that Lu Dong people have a diet heavy in oil and salt? Your salt usage is indeed spot on, but if you consider our local food culture, it's a bit mild."

Uncle Zhao caught his breath and continued, "With less salt, the meat's greasiness becomes more pronounced, but your barbecue's seasoning is so well-balanced that the aroma covers this not-really-a-flaw flaw, which is why I said it might not really be a problem."

Ding.

It wasn't a system prompt, but Wang Fan felt as if he heard this sound in his mind.

It was a moment of sudden clarity.

He fell into deep thought, muttering to himself, "Lu Dong... This is Lu Dong, so more salt, more oil..."

Suddenly, he looked up excitedly at Uncle Zhao and said, "I get it now! It's about adapting to local customs and making flavor adjustments to blend in with the local dietary habits!"

Uncle Zhao nodded and summarized, "It's about preference over taste; if your dish fits their habits, then no matter how the barbecue tastes, you've already scored halfway in their book, wouldn't you say?"

Wang Fan's excitement hadn't faded. Today's lesson made him feel as if a fog had lifted.

"Adapting to local customs, food culture, preference over taste."

It was like a mysterious fog had been instantly illuminated by sunlight.

"Uncle Zhao, you're amazing, thank you so much!"

Wang Fan sincerely expressed his gratitude.

Uncle Zhao huffed, "I'm amazing, my foot! You little rascal, with only a few days of training, you're already better than me. I might as well find a big onion to bump my head against and call it a day! Don't hold onto me anymore, I'm leaving!"

With that, he turned and headed for the cable car, and Zhao Bufan gave a quick goodbye to Wang Fan as he rushed to catch up.

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